Telling Stories
In the B&B hoping the weather calms down. We are planning a big walk tomorrow. But I have my writing app on my iPhone. So write.
Yeah, about what? That got me thinking. About this blog. What I’m doing with it. Ah, tell stories. Yeah, that’s it. The old way of blogging. Telling a good yarn.
Ah wait. That won’t work. People will think it has to be an epic. Action and drama. Pacing, all that. The stories I’m going to tell? It’ll be stuff like walking in the pissing rain. Or what happens when your shopping arrives with the bread squashed.
But wait, those are stories. Yeah, I can make them work… but how?
I don’t want to talk about “aha!” moments. Don’t like ‘em. But I did have one. There I was worrying about writing a proper tale of daring. But that felt wrong. It was bugger all to do with daring. It was to do with ordinary life. And another massive thing.
Yeah, huge. Here it is. I write like we are in the pub having a chat. And that’s important. I don’t use big words. Or waffle on like a literary guru. I tell you what the story is, then get out.
Being honest? I can’t write any other way. Think it, write it. That’s it.
The wind is still howling outside. I’m going to make a brew. All’s well that ends well.